Chapter 1655 - 617: You Use a Sword Too? (Part 3)
The single-edged blade in his hand suddenly rose, and a slash from below had already reached his front.
He immediately turned the sword blade, using the sword body to block.
A snapping sound was heard, the longsword was actually severed directly by the single-edged blade, the blade entered the abdomen, lifted upwards, with a muffled hiss.
That person and his head were completely cleaved in half by this slash from Xing Tian.
Blood splattered, Xing Tian, full of murderous intent, pulled Xing Ming behind him:
"Who dares to be arrogant at my Xing Family?"
He turned around to look for signs of Xing Hao and Xing Zhan.
Once certain they were safe, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But before he could speak further, suddenly, a black longsword flew in from outside the door with a swishing sound.
The longsword sliced through the air, extremely fierce.
Headed straight for Xing Tian.
Xing Tian shouted angrily, the Blade Light on his single-edged blade flickered uncertainly, raised his hand and slashed, layers of Blade Aura transformed into phantoms, finally settling on the blade.
Ding!!
Xing Tian’s single-edged blade collided with that black sword.
Buzz buzz buzz!!!
The Blade Light and Sword Qi suddenly swept through the entire hall.
For an instant, the sound of explosion erupted in all directions, Vigorous Wind swept through, leaving knife marks and sword marks throughout the hall, doors and windows shattered.
The confrontation lasted only a moment, yet white steam emerged from Xing Tian’s head, his face flushed.
His feet gradually sunk into the ground.
Eventually could not stand, began to continuously retreat.
With each step leaving an imprint on the ground.
Retreated more than ten steps in succession, already spitting blood from his mouth.
Seeing himself about to be pushed into the corner by the sword, pierced through the chest.
Suddenly, a hand landed on his back.
A burst of powerful Inner Strength suddenly entered his body, the single-edged blade in his hand instantly shone brightly.
With a buzz, the Blade Light fell, and the longsword suddenly shot off.
Successive sword cries rang out, finally falling into the scabbard of a man with a crimson face.
He embraced the scabbard, stepped in from outside the door.
Glanced at Xing Tian, then at the person behind Xing Tian, and coldly laughed:
"The youngest one from the Xing Family’s second branch?"
Only then did Xing Tian turn back to see, thinking that the one who helped him was his father.
Unexpectedly, it was Xing Zhan.
"Youngest one, it’s you?"
Xing Tian was dumbfounded.
When did his brother from the second uncle’s family possess such unfathomable martial arts skills?
Xing Zhan’s brows furrowed, looking at the newcomers in the hall.
The speaker was a red-faced man, holding a black longsword.
On the other side was a black-faced man, also embracing a sword, but a red longsword.
The two were on either side, speaking as they entered the hall.
Did not immediately speak to Xing Hao and the others but embraced their swords with both hands, stood opposite each other, bowed:
"Please Ancestor come forward!!"
Once those words fell, not seeing the person, first a surge of Sword Qi rushed forward.
Then saw four people carrying a chair, quickly reaching into the hall.
These four bearers each had a sword hanging on them.
Seated upon the chair was a bald old man.
Complexion very pale, seemingly at death’s door.
As the four bearers stood firm, the prior red and black duo then spoke:
"Pay respects to Ancestor!"
The old man on the sedan chair now opened a slit in his eyes.
Although old, his gaze was like a sword.
After sweeping a look at all present, he straightened his waist, stretched lazily, laughed before speaking.
The laughter resonated out, upon entering the ears, it felt as if being pierced by countless swords, unbearable to the point of wanting immediate suicide.
Xing Ming among these people, had the weakest martial arts.
Upon hearing the laughter, veins bulged on the forehead, seemingly losing consciousness.
Xing Hao hurriedly placed a palm on his back.
Inner Strength slowly transferred to maintain consciousness.
Then heard the old man speak in a feeble voice:
"So much entanglement, hard to resolve.
"A broken sword to unravel myriad sorrows!
"Who are the little brats standing before from the Xing Family?"
"A broken sword severs emotion? You are Ancestor Canjian!?"
Xing Hao’s face drastically changed, his gaze on the red-faced, black-faced, and those swordmen closing in, gritted teeth saying:
"Our Xing Family and Extreme Sword Sect have never had grievances.
"Yet do not know why you came in Yin Ye to kill and harm, what is the reasoning?"
"Hmm?"
Seated on the sedan chair, Ancestor Canjian glanced at Xing Hao, lightly shook his head:
"Not answering the question, kill!"
"Respect Ancestor’s order!"
Heard the red-faced man respond, the black sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed.
Headed straight for Xing Hao.
Xing Ming seeing this, gritted his teeth about to act, but Xing Hao pushed him aside, turned the single-edged blade in his hand.
The Twelve Way Storm Blade Technique suddenly activated.
Layers of Blade Aura, stirred up layers upon layers of Vigorous Wind.
For a moment, the black sword was hindered by this Blade Aura, slowed suddenly, unable to advance.
But at this moment, the red-faced man tapped his foot, raised his hand, already grasping the sword hilt.
Buzz!!
Sword light suddenly flared.
The longsword parted the Blade Aura, driving straight inward, about to pin Xing Hao dead on the spot.
Yet at this moment, a fleshy palm suddenly reached out, grasping onto the sword blade.
"Courting death?"
The red-faced man seeing this, shook the sword edge wanting to sever the five fingers of the hand.
Unexpectedly, as the sword fell, where the sword edge passed was empty, merely a shadow.
Slightly dazed, then raised his head, a figure remained beside the sword edge, the fist already before his face.
Caught off guard by this maneuver, could only raise the left hand, collided fiercely with the fist.
Heard a crunching sound, palm meeting fist, bones immediately shattered by the fist, the red-faced man groaned, retreated three to five steps.
Turned to glance at Ancestor Canjian, gritted his teeth, looked at the black-faced man:
"This second branch youngest is strange in methods, let’s join forces, kill him!"
The black-faced man upon hearing did not hesitate, red longsword in hand, together with the black one, simultaneously as graceful as a dragon.
These two alone were not Xing Zhan’s match.
Now joined forces in execution, the Swordsmanship was even stranger, changing from real to illusion, infinitively mysterious, endlessly persistent.
Compared to this, Xing Zhan’s martial arts were even stranger and more treacherous.
His figure repeatedly transformed, at times merged into his own body, a momentary lapse in vigilance led to certain death.
Seeing the three increasingly intense in battle.
Ancestor Canjian furrowed his brows, scanned the surroundings, lightly shook his head, pointed a finger.
A brush of Sword Qi suddenly rose, directly targeting Xing Zhan.
Xing Zhan focused wholeheartedly on the exchange with these two, yet did not expect, someone like Ancestor Canjian, roaming Jianghu for many years, could also covertly attack, aiming at a junior like himself.
In a moment’s hesitation, how could he resist?
Saw the trace of sword light about to pierce through the heart.
Suddenly a hand appeared on his shoulder, dragging him away, two fingers like a sword, casually pointed.
Buzz!!
The two strands of sword light touched in mid-air, immediately sweeping across.
Behind him, Xing Zhan was fine, Xing Hao, Xing Tian, Xing Ming, and those red-black duo, all were shaken back by this dispersed Inner Strength.
The four bearers beneath Ancestor Canjian, momentarily also found it hard to stand firm.
On the sedan chair, Ancestor Canjian’s expression was uncertain, stared at the one who acted, sinisterly asked:
"You wield a sword too?"